The Circle Stays Infinite.

Screams layer the land and clouds only condense, When miracles occur they're contested by coincidence, Screams screamed with no pain or fear but suspense. The kind so heavy it slows your breath and you hold your chest only able to clinch. Or scream, the things unknown seem to be dreamed, Manifested through imagination but deemed fantasy, And still in life the real scene is schemed. Because the feel of the thrill you lost twice and became a heart amputee. Others being depleted seem to surround you and leave you raped, History seems to be repeated to many times, Victory deems the other team because before you scream your mouth is taped. Progression in quarters too soon turn to nickles and dimes. On some days the sun rays bring the plants alive, While on those same days other species die so it doesn't work in both ways, Which means some must die for others to thrive. Its the circle of life sometimes with different variables but i love those days. And while i sound pessimistic in actuality this isn't my reality, Because no matter the person or personality life cant fit into an analogy.